Maisie
I'd die for him.
No, wait a minute . . . that's not where this was supposed to begin.
But left to my own devices, I'd have preferred to skim over the events of the next few weeks, and whisk you through those days with glossed-over details that casted me in a more flattering light.
Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.
Or maybe I was just making up excuses to justify the shit my Lycan made me do.
Either way. Let's get scarred for life together.
***
I charred, my skin blistered, bones fused from sexual heat no human, no wolf could've endured.
Lust consumed me. It was killing me slowly. Tearing apart my soul.
Helpmesomeonepleasehelpmemakeitstop.
Before, I thought I understood what the word 'mindless' meant.
But I was wrong.
